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[dorayaki]

Sandystrike
rank;; warrior -- apprentice;; none -- tags;; rattlestorm, noeyes, foxfoot
Rattlestorm
rank;; warrior -- apprentice;; none -- tags;; sandystrike, noeyes, foxfoot
"Oh. Alright!" Rattlestorm purred, paws growing wobbly as he fell on his side. He blinked a moment before getting to his paws again.
"You alright?" Sandystrike asked him. "You took a moment to get up..."
Rattlestorm purred. "I'm fine!" He then answered Foxfoot's question. "Since I can't go hunting for real, I was hunting beetles," he answered, smiling as his whiskers twitched. "And I kinda got wet as I did," he added, seeming to just notice the water drenching his chest and belly.
Sandystrike purred in amusement. "He put on quite the show getting one simple beetle."

((Since jolly roses picked a voice for hawkcry, I found myself searching for one's for my cats! XD
For rattlestorm, the longtail in this video is pretty much exactly what I had in mind for him!
And the bluestar and fireheart here work for Sandystrike and Pearly :3

Pearly
rank;; loner -- --- -- tags;; patrol
Pearly stayed quiet, pelt prickling with fear and eyes wide. He whined lightly as his sunburns ached and was crouched down in a cowardly way. However, when Finchstep gave a smile, he relaxed lightly and stood a bit taller. He hesitated, then almost silently asked, "What are they calling me that for? A..kittypet? Is that what you call house cats..?" He was quiet and shy, but curious.

[jarvis.]

Finchstep
tomcat - warrior - 30 moons - almost back to camp - tags; Pearly, Monkey, border patrol

The tabby was slightly taken aback by Pearly's question. He had grown up surrounded by the term 'kittypet' and had never encountered a cat who didn't comprehend the term. "Now I'm not quite sure what a house is, but 'kittypet' refers to cats who live with two-legs," he attempted to explain before realizing that Pearly might not know what a two-leg was. "Or uh, I think I've heard another term for two-legs. Uh, what was it? Humin? Or maybe humen." Finchstep hoped the kittypet understood what he was talking about because he felt like a blathering mousebrain.

Foxfoot
tomcat - elder - 89 moons - the oasis lake - tags; Rattlestorm, Sandystrike, Noeyes

Foxfoot was slightly alarmed when Rattlestorm's paws suddenly slipped out from beneath him and was about to assist him when the tomcat rose on his own. He relaxed once more when Rattlestorm insisted that he was fine before chuckling slightly at his dripping fur. "What a catch," the elder nodded, clearly impressed. "Sometimes I'm quick enough to catch a slug," he joked, stretching out his forelegs as he did so. "And that's only when I'm having a lucky day."

( sorry, I didn't see the response to Foxfoot! ))

[crabodile]

Monkey»Tom»Patrol, Pearly

The tom looked at Pearly. "Why do you have a collar on?" He asked curiously. "Did you live with Humans?"

[deftonesly]

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Flarepaw (Flareears)
She-cat
Oriental Shorthair
Apprentice of DesertClan
Age: 8 moons
Location: By the Falls/ gorge
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Batpaw, hunting patrol, Monkey, and Pearly
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The large-eared she-cat stepped away from the side of the gorge, and led the way down to the well-trodden path that led to the waterfall and river below. She glanced over he shoulder, her pale green eyes flashing slightly as the ebony tom told her to not cause trouble. As she descended down the rocky and steep trail, sticking close to the male in case he slipped and she had to catch him, Flarepaw meowed, slightly angry at his bossiness, "Do you think I stayed outside of camp, cooking alive, just until the coast was clear for fun? No, I'm doing something dangerous after what I endured - no cat will care.. besides, the patrol and the iuntrders are on their way back to camp. What's the harm?"

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Hawkcry
Tomcat
Dark brown tabby
Warrior of DesertClan
Age: 19 moons
Location: The Wastelands
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Hailpaw and Snow
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Hawkcry stiffened as the male's gaze took him in, and he stiffened at the rogue's response. He was so calm.. Hawkcry was one of the biggest and baddest cats in the Clan. Every cat took him seriously when he began to spit threats at them. What was the cat's deal? How was he so calm in the face of such a brute like him?
The dark tabby curled his lip again, recovering quickly from the rogue's brusque words. "Can it, you hunk of coyote scat. You're trespassing on DesertClan territory and eating the prey that is rightfully ours. Besides, if you want to talk all day long, let's see how well you can speak after a claw out your throat." The young warrior snarled, unsheathing his claws and puffing out his thick tabby fur. He'd learned a thing or two about dominance and how to make witty threats from the cat that was basically his mentor - Waspclaw. Let's see how this oldie ducks that!

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Scorchstar
Tomcat
Oriental Shorthair
Leader of DesertClan
Age: 36 moons (8 lives left)
Location: DesertClan camp - by the fresh-kill pile
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Quailfeather and Fuzzytail
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{waiting for Red October and for the hunting patrol to come back with Monkey and Pearly.}

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Noeyes
Blind she-cat
Russian Blue
Elder of DesertClan
Age: 87 moons
Location: DesertClan camp - by the Oasis lake
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Foxfoot, Rattlestorm, and Sandystrike
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Noeyes heard a small splash and Sandystrike comforting Rattlestorm - who must've fallen in the Oasis lake - and pricked her ears anxiously, wrinkling her face into a frown of worry, though she couldn't see what had happened. She could sense Foxfoot was alarmed by Rattlestorm's stumble, too, but, thankfully, he was put at ease when the wobbly young cat clarified that he was fine. Noeyes purred, changing the subject briefly after her elder companion made a point to say that he could only catch slugs, "So, Sandystrike.. There's been some gossip around the camp lately. Is it true that you and Scorchstar..?"
The Russian blue trailed off. Many she-cats had fallen hard for their noble leader - but none had managed to get too close to him. He was rock-hard with his loyalty to Sandfur... though the elderly she-cat knew that the dead female probably wanted her mate to move on. Sandfur probably wanted scorch star to move on from her death and find new love. The patchy-furred elder wanted the young leader to be happy again.. and Sandystrike was a strong, loyal warrior.
then realizing that she sounded a little rude, Noeyes added before the she-cat could respond, "Of course, I'm not trying to probe, dear.. It's just that.. well, Scorchstar needs to find happiness again. He needs someone else in his life. It's time he moved on, if you know what I'm saying young'un?"

{Noeyes is the type to ask nosy questions and then realize her mistake afterwards.. :'D I seriously love RPing with her haha}

[* Macey *]

{I love reading her parts cx. Mossleap I think likes Scorchstar too, but she likes like 3 toms right now.... My poor girl can't make up her mind....}

[deftonesly]

{haha thanks! would you like me to add Scorchstar as Mossleap's crush on the relationships page or later when she's made up her mind? quq}

[* Macey *]

{you can add it now c:}

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Mossleap
She-cat
17 moons
Warrior
Tags; Hunting Patrol, Scorchstar
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We finally reach the camp, and I quickly drop my fish on the freshkill pile, before approaching Scorchstar. I give him a nod of respect, before I start speaking. "Scorchstar. These two rouges were found in our territory. I know normally we drive them off, but of course it's your decision what their fate is." I stand confidently, hoping to make my leader proud. I'd always admired his wisdom. I remember looking up to him as a kit, when he was an ambitious apprentice. I attempt to remain expressionless, but I'm sure a little of my admiration must seep through my gaze.

[AwkwardHipsterTrash]

Midnightpaw

Midnightpaw flicked his ear, a he heard a commotion going on in camp. He slipped out of the warriors den, and looked to see the hunting patrol back with two new faces. He raises an eyebrow and watches curiously.

[deftonesly]

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Scorchstar
Tomcat
Oriental Shorthair
Leader of DesertClan
Age: 36 moons (8 lives left)
Location: DesertClan camp - by the fresh-kill pile
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Hunting patrol/ Monkey and Pearly
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Scorchstar's keen nose immediately caught the scent of outsiders the moment the hunting party returned into camp. The tomcat politely excused himself from Quailfeather and Fuzzytail as he got to his slender paws. The fur on his orange tabby neck sood out and made him look twice his normal size while he lashed his tail and flattened his ears. His intense, narrowed green stare was staring at the Oasis entrance, waiting to see who dared trespass on his land.
The oriental shorthair scrutinized the hunting patrol and the fact that they'd only caught one morsel - a skimpy fish - and, with a growl, he stalked stiff-leggedly forward to meet Mossleap, who led the group of cats. The tabby was quiet, watching as the group of - not four, but six - approached him. Scorchstar listened intently as Mossleap spoke, but he said nothing - his eyes weren't even on the gray tabby. They were on the little, apprentice-sized, brown cat just behind her and the long-furred, white cat beside it. The white cat was very young - he couldn't be a whole lot older than a well-aged apprentice - and, what made matters worse, he wore a collar around his neck! The little brown cat beside him looked like an older apprentice.. though he had some of kit fluff on his pelt.. which made the great leader wonder as to how he'd survived in the desert of all environments! The leader was not one to yell, but it was always very clear when he was not happy. His anger pulsated off of him, and it was far more frightening and appalling than any sort of screaming and yelling could be.
Scorch star moved around Mossleap, not giving her the time of day, as he wanted to deal with the rogue situation more than anything else at the moment. He came before the two rogues, meowing, "What I'd like to know is why you were on our territory in the first place. Our scent-markers are not faded - not by a long-shot. Was it somehow... unclear to you as to who lived here? Was it somehow unclear to you whose land you were trespassing on? Or did you deliberately enter my realm just to cause trouble?"
The leader asked the browns and white cats, his voice low, calm, but still mailing an interrogating, intimidating aura. The camp went silent as every cat turned to see what was what and how the oriental shorthair would handle the trespassers.

[* Macey *]

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Mossleap
She-cat
17 moons
Warrior
Tags;Scorchstar, Hunting patrol, monkey, Pearly
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I can tell Scorchstar is upset. I mean why wouldn't he be? He's right, our border markers are fresh, yet they still decide to trespass. I take a seat beside Scorchstar, my gaze fierce. I wonder if he is at all impressed at how the small cats have managed to survive in the harsh environment.